Cultural users live, we live; in a new environment. New generations with new forms of consumption, a new environment where the creators’ mission is to generate new stimuli to approach art. Projects that are deployed through multiple media and platforms, and in which the user assumes an active role in the process of expansion. Different media formats to release unique pieces. These pieces are linked and there is a creative and dramaturgical synchrony among them.

   “Mud Gallery in concert” is born from the expansion of the soundtrack created by Jesús Díaz for the scenic piece “Mud Gallery / Animals of Beautiful Skin”.

   The soundtrack is performed live as a support for the sculptural action of Joaquín Jara created from the essence of the original work. A soundtrack gestated intimately with the scenic action to lead this journey of trans- formation. Both the sound design and the content of the lyrics accompany and play the dramaturgy.

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THE SPLENDOR OF RUIN

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   We take the ruins with everything they contain and evoke as a metaphor for human experience. The ruins of the time we lived become the pillars of our present.

   The ruin appears as a production that - partially destroyed or burned, orphan from its primitive

world - tries to integrate in the new configuration that incorporates ruins not so much in the archi- tecture but in the natural world of the “landscape”, of a “here they lived”. And that of giving time an illusion of finalization.

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    The idea that something just reached its fullness, not at the very best moment of its story but after that.

    “The highest point was located on the supposed baseness of being a ruin laughing at eternity”

    The ruin as a present and local form of the Afterlife.

    To enjoy a unique and inimitable eternity when everything has collapsed.

    When looking at ruins, we somehow look at ourselves. The ruin is the relentless mirror where we can see ourselves reflected falling down in slow motion.

    When looking at a ruin, we wonder almost automatically how everything was (we remember how we were) and we say to ourselves that finding out doesn’t make much sense.